lurene tuttle

Dina adalah anak dr seorang buruh cuci dan anak dr ayah yg tidak punya pekerjaan yg kerjanya hanya minum dan berjudi ibunya terkena penyakit jantung sehingga dia selalu berusaha menutupi semua kesalahan ayahnya dengan mencari cari kesalahan kecil sehingga perhatian ibunya teralihkan dgn nya sampai dia bertemu dgn laki" tampan dan kaya

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Maisy Quinn does not expect a singular act of kindness to put her in the battlefront with a shifter prince. One with secrets that could end her very life. In a week, She becomes his wife. Leaving her at the mercy of a scorned woman, a vengeful cousin, and a chimera taking a liking to her latent abilities Will Maisy survive?

HHe was darkness, she was light. How could she resist? How could she not be pulled towards him like a moth to a flame? With those hypnotizing eyes, his virile scent - he was pure muscle, all male. All hers - was what she had thought. The two meet; An unexpected meeting arranged by the fates themselves. With enemies, friends, lovers and allies showing themselves. Will Naeva be able to handle the heat? The torture that his rejection brings her? Or will she burn from the fire in his fingertips - like all that came before her?

She did not expect to catch the eye of the crown prince neither did she expect that she would be married to him a week later. Her seemingly happy life takes a turn for worse when she finds out the only reason the heir married her was only because she looked like his dead wife. But that might not be the only secret he is keeping. *Mature content*

sebuah keluarga kecil di bawah nama keluarga besar "Raya"sukses awalnya karena usaha orangtuanya lalu miskin karena bangkrut sebab di tipu rekan usahanya. lalu bisa bangkit lagi karena kerja keras ke tiga anaknya.tentang keluarga besarnya, mereka akan di ceritakan di pertengahan cerita karena keluarga besarnya sejak usaha keluarga kecil tersebut bangkrut,tak ada keluarga di bawah nama keturunan" Raya" yang menghiraukan mereka. bagaimana keluarga kecil itu bangkit dengan mandiri??

He died twice. The first time was on the wet asphalt of Moscow, broken by life, never seeing his sister saved. The second time was when he believed in a "new beginning."

Elle n’est pas venue au club pour qu’on la voie. Elle est venue pour disparaître. Priscilla connaît le silence. Elle le porte comme un parfum — invisible, mais lourd. C’est la fille qui ne parle que si ça tranche. Celle qui danse seule, boit lentement, et ne reste jamais assez longtemps pour qu’on se souvienne d’elle. Jusqu’à lui. Il ne lui demande pas son nom. Il ne la touche pas. Il la regarde. De l’autre côté de la pièce, son regard est une question à laquelle elle ne sait pas répondre. Costume sombre. Corps immobile. Yeux qui ne cillent pas. Il sent quelque chose de rare. D’interdit. De dangereux. Quelque chose qu’elle voudrait oublier. Elle le dit avant de pouvoir se retenir : — Je crois que vous bandez monsieur parfum Il sourit. Et la nuit bascule. Désormais, elle est prise dans un jeu auquel elle n’a jamais consenti. Il est partout — dans ses pensées, sur sa peau, dans le parfum qui persiste longtemps après son départ. Il ne poursuit pas. Il attend. Il ne parle pas. Il observe. Et quand il bouge, c’est toujours vers elle. Priscilla ne croit pas en l’amour. Elle croit en la distance. En le contrôle. En la survie. Mais Monsieur Parfum ne demande pas l’amour. Il exige l’abandon. Et quand le désir sent la mémoire, Quand le silence devient un langage, Quand le danger ressemble à un refuge — Comment fuir un homme qui brûlé sur votre âme ?

WELCOME TO THE PERFECT LIE. To everyone else, Mark's new college is pristine, but to Mark, it’s a hostile trap. Every student he sees has a blurred, anonymous face, and several stand motionless in the halls, staring at nothing. Mark, the lonely boy whose own reflection shatters glass, must navigate this uncanny world while battling psychic attacks designed to break his mind. His only anchor is Jade, a friendly student who claims he has no friends, hinting at a hidden agenda. As the boundary between the myth written on an old book and his mundane reality dissolves, Mark realizes his only hope isn't to escape the darkness, it's to become the author of his own survival.

Fu Shinian, an extra character in the original book, awakens to find that her whole family are the vicious villains in the story. Her father, unable to establish relations with the Marquis Changping's residence, is demoted and exiled by the male lead. Her mother is beaten to death on the road to exile, and Aunt Cheng is humiliated to death protecting her chastity. Her elder brother opposes the male lead to win over the female lead and dies saving her. Her elder sister makes life difficult for the female lead, and after their father is exiled, she is divorced by the male lead and sent to a pleasure house. To protect her family and change their tragic fate, isn’t it fair for her to absorb all the male and female leads' fortunes? * [Ding! Male and female leads' fortune -1000, Fu Mansion's fortune +1000] Mr. Fu: "I attended the morning court session, why did His Majesty promote me again!" Madam Fu: "I went to the temple to offer incense, and the master said I was surrounded by a powerful purple aura!" Aunt Cheng: "How did the Cheng Family suddenly become the imperial merchants!" Elder Brother: "It seems like I suddenly have gained intelligence, I know all the exam questions!" Elder Sister: "How come right after I broke off the engagement, Little General Gu came to propose?" * The Marquis Changping can only live to 25, in two years the title will belong to the male lead? She frantically absorbs the fortunes of the male and female leads to boost the Marquis Changping's fortune! During the plague lockdown, Fu Shinian brings medicine and travels long distances into the city to safeguard his health. He understands the girl's intentions, but he only has two years left to live, how can he drag her down. However, why does his heart ache so much watching her with someone else? Finally, the Marquis Changping forces Fu Shinian into the corner of the study, lowering his head to seek her lips: "Niannian, I was wrong."